"Fuck, I want you," Ronnie growled against her lips.
"I need you." Arya moaned. She ground down instinctively, her dress riding up, while Ronnie's fingers dug into her ass.
In a frenzy, they tore at each other's clothes. Ronnie yanked Arya's dress over her head. Arya ripped open Ronnie's shirt buttons, shoving the fabric off broad shoulders to reveal toned muscle and small, pert breasts. Bras were unclasped and flung aside; zippers hissed open. Pant and boxer pooled on the floor until they were both naked, skin on skin, and nipples hardening. Their arousal filled the air.
Ronnie's hands explored every inch, cupping Arya's full breasts, thumbs circling her stiff nipples. Arya arched, whimpering into the kiss, her own fingers tangling in Ronnie's hair, tugging hard enough to elicit a sharp hiss of pleasure-pain.
Arya's thighs trembled slowly as she ground her hips. Their breaths mingled hot and ragged. Lust and desire coiled tighter.
